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Love Is Strange
04:29
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(It’s really rare that someone will take a risk on you
And trust you
Because why should they
Because 90% of the world is, like, a shitshow)
Homeless man at my door
Asking could he charge his phone
I say sure
As long as you ain’t holy
He says are you alone
I say hold on
Don’t give me a reason to
Be afraid of you, mister
Love is a strange thing
Love is estranged
Love is a strange thing
Love is a stranger
Stranger
He says I’m sorry ma’am
Don’t be alarmed, it’s just
I was surprised once before
Now I look out for myself
“I look out for myself”
Look out for any trouble coming
Guess we’re all just lookin’ out
Cameras in front of the house
Front of the house
I’d turn the other cheek
if I knew where to look
Jesus christ wouldn’t want me
in harm’s way
Would he
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2. |
Working Dog
05:28
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Colorful visions
Anywhere but the present
It’s not a miracle
Just TV channel surfing
And the static climbs
The static climbs
The static climbs
The static climbs
I’m a working dog
Without a farm
I’ll do my best to keep you
Out of harm’s way
Without a job, I’ll chew my arm
Without a job, I’ll chew my arm to the bone
Carrying the planet
Wearing it like a blanket
Yeah, my shoulders are heavy
But I’d float away without it
And I’m no quitter
Where’s the finish line
The finish line
The finish line
The finish line
I’m a working dog
Without a farm
I’ll do my best to keep you
Out of harm’s way
Without a job, I’ll chew my arm
Without a job, I’ll chew my arm
I’m a working dog
Without a farm
I’ll do my best to keep you
Out of harm’s way
Without a job, I’ll chew my arm
Without a job, I’ll chew my arm
Wish I could curl up by the fire
Wish I could trust affectionate hands
Wish I could float down the river
With no body and no plans
But the blood coursing inside of me
Calls fireworks artillery
And quiet makes it worse, I dream
Of cattle thieves
Wolves coming for my sheep
I’m a working dog
I’m a working dog
Tell me I’ve done a good job
I’m your working dog
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3. |
Rearview Mirror
04:16
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I feel weird
Is something wrong with you?
I’m projecting to maintain a certain semblance of control
I really think I might not be all right
But in the morning
I could be better
Could be on top of the world
It’s just a moment
Already passing
Soon in the rearview mirror
Thoughts are strange
Hands feel too far away
It’s the seconds take the longest
When you come unstuck in time
I’m moving in slow motion,
Can’t look my friends in the eye
I’m standing on a stage and I know I forgot my lines
I’d do anything, well, almost anything
In the morning
To be better
To be on top of the world
It’s just a moment
Already passing
Soon in the rearview mirror
In the morning
I could be better
Could be on top of the world
It’s just a moment
Already passing
Soon in the rearview mirror
In the morning
I could be better
Could be on top of the world
It’s just a moment
Already passing
It’s in the rearview mirror
The river runs clearer
White knuckles on the wheel
To chance I surrender
When the sun rises
When the sun rises, I’ll be
Better
When the sun rises
When the sun rises, I’ll be
Better
Let me be better
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4. |
One Two
05:49
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One foot in front of the other
I took what you said to heart
I promise to try my hardest
To not try so much
It goes one two, one two
It goes one two, one two
It goes one two, one two
It goes one two, one two
How many times can you leave somewhere
And have it follow you when you go
In the San Gabriels, I tried to wall it off
But it broke through again over the phone
It goes one two, one two
It goes one two, one two
It goes one two, one two
It goes one two, one two
Daylight sets behind the street
I live to make you laugh at me
At an open house for tech bros, we chose
Where the kids would sleep
And paid in Monopoly money
Paint my portrait in the wet cement
Wonder where the last year went
Maybe a good life is just nights and days lived all the way
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Maybe it’s a cakewalk
Maybe it’s a conga line
When you figure out
How to pass time
Maybe it’s like
One two, one two, one two, one two
Maybe it’s like
One two, one two, one two, one two
Maybe I am
Out on the dance floor with you
Yes
Yes, yes
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Passover
03:38
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The world was right side up when I went to sleep last night
Now it’s spilled out like a car crash, I’m a passerby
Once, my friend Jessie told me crazy’s nothing
If I could work on being scared, I’d be all right
So I kept the windows fastened, tried to not think about it
Worry about parking and paying down my credit
Keep an ear out for anyone talking shit
And hope the spirit would pass over my door
My door
I got field notes from all the people I’ve been
They left me charts and graphs and affirmations
With my ancestors, they sing in a Greek chorus
Saying, “Here’s the equation, kid
Let’s see how you solve for X”
“Do you keep the windows fastened, try to not think about it
Do you create problems to avoid what’s underneath ‘em
Cover it all in plastic to keep yourself untouched
And pray the spirit would pass over your door”
“Your door”
I survived the death of God
By sheer will and counting sidewalk cracks
In an absence of my mind, I can only wait
For the wind to change
Change
Change
(A house with windows open)
For the wind to change
(A house with windows open)...
For the wind to change…
(A house with windows open)
For the wind to change
‘Cause it always changes
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water baby
05:37
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Will this river cleanse me at last
Too pissed off for the future, too grown for the past
I wanna drink something ‘til it’s gone
I want a dead phone and a horse to ride on
My first job was a drive-in place
Short skirts and roller skates
My boss was Jehovah’s Witness
Cried when I asked if she liked Christmas music
Even back then, I knew
I was too curious to die
Some decisions in life you make multiple times
I swam on, water baby
Water baby
Water baby
Water baby
Got out of high school, the white collars were stained
Knew I’d never own land or study in Spain
Got by adding up tip line change
Some folks pay big for a friendly face
Read Upton Sinclair and Nickel and Dimed
My privileged eyes could still see the light
If you work real hard from the day you’re born
Someone will make sure you stay on the ground floor
And even back then, I knew
That something was wrong
And if it was, what was I doing
Just writing songs
And swimming on and on and on and on and on
And on and on
Swimming on and on and on and on and on
And on and on
Now it’s sunset on the golden age
The government’s owned by those who can pay
From the dawn of time, it’s been the same
Nothing trickles down except
Pain
(Huh)
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
(Going on and on and on and on and on and on)
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
(Going on and on and on and on and on and on)
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
(It goes on and on and on and on and on and on)
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
(Going on and on and on and on and on and on)
Swim to the ocean
Swim to the ocean
(It goes on and on and on and on and on and on)
At the end of each river and stream, there’ll be you and me
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7. |
Banquet of Love
01:12
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I grew up on TV dinners
Now I’m seated at the banquet
My elbows all over the table
Using all the forks in wrong order
But you’re so patient with me
You’re so patient with me
And even if I say the wrong thing
Or spill everything over
I know you’ll still take me home
I know you’ll still take me home
I know you’ll still take me home
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8. |
Blue Bayou
06:25
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I saw you walking from afar
I called your name
If only you could feel this aching
And not think
It means I’d rather have stayed
I spoke with a nighthawk to inquire
How he stays awake
Through all the smallest hours
To ensure all those he loves get home safe
How he laughed
“Kid, I do it for the prey”
I told him anyway
That I’m gonna stay awake
‘Cause I’m gonna find you
In the blue bayou
The blue bayou
Well, I know all seasons have bookends
That decide when they come and go
And you can’t control the timing
You might as well try and teach a river how to flow
No
Does it make you want to laugh
Things that should grieve you to the core
Depending on the day
I could take it or leave it or start all over
A pillar of salt good for nothing in the wind
Like no matter where I am
Sisyphus won’t bring breakfast in bed
Like a neighbor nosing in
All day on the lawn, he is smiling
As he trudges up the hill again
Trudges up the hill
Trudges up the hill again
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-Ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-Ooh
And I wonder if I ought to fight him
Wipe that smile off
Or maybe he would let me win like Jacob’s angel
Grinning like a gambler
And walking with a limp
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9. |
Little happy weed
01:12
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Whatever you wanna be
I’ll let you be it
Freely
Tumblin’ across my path
Like a little happy weed
I won‘t pull
I won’t pull
And I won’t push
I won’t push
I won’t pull
I won’t pull
And I won’t push
I won’t push
Little happy weed
Little happy weed
I’m a little happy weed
Little happy weed
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10. |
Fault Line
04:06
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You don’t see me but I have always seen you
Study for my survival like the San Andreas fault line
Way you arrange your pencils when
You are feeling threatened
I do it myself now
When the world’s about to cave in
About to cave in
And just like a shark, you taught me to keep moving
Bite like a bulldog, doesn’t matter long as you win
Long as you win
How much do I love you? Let me count the ways
Road trips for no reason
Tattered science fiction
Escargot and oysters
Doritos and Fig Newtons
Buttered bread after dinner
Pressing crumbs like your grandfather did
And his father did
And just like a shark, you taught me to keep moving
Bite like a bulldog, doesn’t matter long as you win
And just like a shark, you taught me to keep moving
Bite like a bulldog, doesn’t matter long as you win
Long as you win
Long as you win
It was out at the video store, we were making our case
And you were hearing us out
And our mother was out in the car with the heater on
‘Cause we were being too loud
And you asked the kid with the nametag who he thought
Had done the best job
Still never met anyone like you who can make a game
Out of something so dull
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June Swoon Los Angeles, California
June Swoon is the moniker of Juli Lydell, an American songwriter/producer who lived all over the southwestern U.S. before settling in Los Angeles. Her absorbing albums are eclectic rollercoasters linked by a singular vision, encompassing folk, punk, and Americana. ... more
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